The Continental Monthly, Vol. III, No. V, May, 1863

Shine forth upon the earth,

Bright day of dedicated birth,

And breathe in thundering accents thy command!

A mighty nation's heart awake,

Her self-enwoven fetters shake,

And vivify the pulses of the land!

Arising from the past

With stormy clouds o'ercast,

And darkened by a long-enduring night,

The Future's child and Freedom's-seraph bright!

Arise great day, and legions of the free,

Beneath thy conquering flag, lead forth to victory.

Great Freedom dead! Foul thought

From lies of vaunting Treason caught,

And Fear's pale minions, wrapped in sorrow's pall.

Great Freedom dead! In God-like power,

'Tis Freedom rules e'en this dread hour,

And guides the tempest 'neath whose blows we fall.

Yea! War and Anarchy

Discord and Slavery,

And drunken Death, and all these tears

Shaking our hearts with unaccustomed fears-

E'en these are Freedom, waiting to arise

In glad eternal triumph from her foul disguise.

Our country's glory slain!

Her kingdom rent and torn in twain!

Her strong foundations crumbling into dust!

With Truth's shield armed, and sword of light,

Speak thou, Columbia, in thy might,

Unharmed by thy false children's hate and lust.

Arise-no more betrayed

By fears too long obeyed,

And bid, from shore to distant shore,

Ten million voices, like the ocean's roar,

In one full chorus gloriously proclaim

The pride and splendor of thy star-immortal fame.